David Lewis Paget Poems

‘We haven’t the money for bread, my love,
We haven’t the money for tea,
You’d best get dressed in your Sunday best
And go down to the docks for me.
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‘We’re floating up with the Angels, ’
Said the girl in the pale green dress,
She’d voiced the phrase in German
For the girl had hailed from Hesse,
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They’d crashed the party at midnight
Surely, a motley looking crew,
All of them dressed in the weirdest best
That the Monster Shop could do,
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Out on the marsh on a lonely night
The wind soughs through his rags,
The hat that’s pinned to his painted face,
Flutters and soars, then sags,
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The summer season was almost gone
The circus had been and went,
We looked on sadly across the green
As they packed the final tent,
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We barely remembered the former times
For our times had ceased to run,
Were wiped as clean as our memories
In the land of the hidden sun,
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She could make a cow grow sick and die,
She could sicken a healthy pig,
She could poison somebody’s cottage pie
But she couldn’t harm Tom Rigg.
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The tree was the lord of the neighbourhood
For it looked down over all,
Grown on a hill by a sparkling rill
It blossomed from Spring to Fall,
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The birds are twittering in the trees
That stand outside my door,
There’s only a pale grey dawning light
‘Til the sun comes up once more,
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I’d driven along the cobbled street
And along to the village square,
When something had caught my attention, and
It was then I became aware,
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